A Rambling Mess

What defines a day as having been a good one? What are stipulations which make the statement, “Today was a good day” true? I would suppose that it first depends on the person making the statement.

That being said, today was a good day.

It’s not that today was anything much out of the ordinary, but more that it was rather ordinary. I got to spend the day with one of my best friends, and thereby not have to think about paying for school and going to work. Lately money has been the bane of my existence. The problem is that everything seems to demand its presence and yet its presence is sorely lacking.

Ah, the joys of being a college student; adult enough to be expected to be responsible for your own finances, and yet not adult enough to be established in a line of work that allows you to earn a wage that meets the demands of tuition and outrageously priced textbooks.

But that’s the thing about age. For every year we move beyond adolescence, those who decry our naiveté also take another step up that ladder. For our fiercest critics we will never be old enough, wise enough, or adult enough. To them age is the eternal standard by which we will be evaluated. Those critics will not take into account the experiences with which our lives have been built upon.

It’s a frustrating cycle, and I am rambling. I am a rambling mess, and on that note...